Wu Wang thought a lot while applying the medicine to Dayi, and had many thoughts in his mind, but in the end he was still a little unsure.
The location of Mohegan Sun Station is too high.
She acts unscrupulously and unscrupulously, and is no match for anyone to take advantage of.
During the last war between humans and gods, the Golden God gathered some innate gods and bypassed the command of the Earth God, which directly caused the Heavenly Palace to fall into an unfavorable situation, allowing the human domain to easily achieve its strategic intentions.
Half of those innate gods died, and the strength of the Heavenly Palace was greatly damaged. However, the Golden God seemed to be fine, and she was not punished at all.
That's right, there are not many powerful people in Tiangong who can really influence the overall situation, that is, those who are in charge of the top avenues.
It goes without saying that Star God needs to be mentioned more. Shao Siming is not good at fighting and is on the side of the living beings.
In this Heavenly Palace, the only strong men who can face the most powerful gods are Xi He, Da Siming, Chang Xi, Earth God, Gold God, Wood God, and the God of Death who has not yet grown up.
The God of Gold kills with a life-threatening energy. For Di Kuang, it is a sharp blade that is a bit thorny but has to be used.
In other words, even if he instigated it and caused a crisis of trust between Jin Shen and Di Xi, it is very likely that Jin Shen would be fine.
hiss--
It's really hard to deal with.
Wu Wan frowned, and the elixir under his palm turned into wisps of light, which penetrated into the wound on Dayi's back, causing the terrible wound to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, this process is really uncomfortable.
Dayi almost bit his back molar, but he endured it without saying a word.
Not long after, Wu Wan exhaled softly, looked at Yi who had almost recovered, and said with a smile: "Let's rest for a while."
There was no response from Dayi. Wu Wang lowered his head and found that this guy had passed out.
How to make a god general stronger is also a difficult problem before us.
After setting up several layers of barriers for the wooden house, Wu Wan stretched his waist, with a few thoughts circulating in his heart, and strolled to the shade of the tree where Shao Siming was.
Divine power, that is, the power of the gods, partly comes from the power of sentient beings' thoughts, and partly comes from one's own Dao.
In comparison, practitioners in the human realm can directly use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use and turn it into mana and immortal power, which is actually more convenient.
Wu Wan's battle with the God of Thunderstorm today can be regarded as an acceptance test, proving that divine power and immortal power can complement each other, and as long as they are coordinated properly, they will not interfere with each other.
This is also my own little advantage...
"Are you worried about the threat from the Golden God?"
Shao Siming's gentle words came from the front, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Wu laughed and said: "If you say you are not worried about this matter, you are really flattering yourself, but if you say you have trouble sleeping and eating because of the threat of the Golden God, that is a bit too much."
Shao Siming chuckled lightly, clasping his hands behind his back, the divine egg floating in front of him.
She whispered a few times: "Golden God is more violent than before, and she had a very weird temperament before. She also made trouble for me several times, but I blocked her back."
"Has she ever caused trouble for you?"
"Well," Shao Siming hummed, "she tried to break in when I was taking a shower. If my power is not weaker than hers, I would have to let her take advantage."
Wu Wan frowned and said, "Is there still such a thing?"
"She used to run rampant in the Heavenly Palace, but she would fall into a deep sleep every once in a while."
Shao Siming said:
"Moreover, she is very powerful in fighting skills. Anyone who sees her will be afraid of her. Therefore, many innate gods dare not speak out against her."
"Dare you be angry but dare not speak?"
Wu Wan seemed to have thought of something, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
There is probably a direction for the Golden God thing.
But he didn't mention this matter much, and cleverly changed the topic to this divine egg, and asked Shao Siming a philosophical question:
"Tell me, do you need us to help her hatch?"
Shao Siming covered his mouth and chuckled, and said angrily: "How to hatch this? Ming is reshaping herself in it. If she knew you were sitting on her, she would really, really pinch her nose."
"Wrap it with something to keep it warm."
Wu Wan chuckled lightly and continued chatting along this topic, discussing with Shao Siming the prenatal care of the innate gods and the cultivation of the innate gods after they break out of their shells.
In this empty Fengchun God Realm, one person, one god, and one egg are sitting in the shade of the tree, sometimes chatting and laughing, sometimes having serious discussions, but they forget about everything that is happening outside.
Heavenly Palace.
The god of thunder and storms began to stay at home, and many innate gods woke up from their slumber.
The battle between the God of Fengchun and the new god of thunder and storms is being spread throughout the Heavenly Palace. From the temple of the Zhengshen to the military camp of the divine guards, almost most of the gods are surprised by the fighting power of the God of Fengchun.
In contrast, when the God of Death recognized the God of Spring as his father, the previous feeling of "unacceptability" was gone.
What Wu Huan thought was not wrong.
Most of the innate gods came from ancient times, and their concepts have long been formed. No matter how the rules set by the Emperor of Heaven change, they always follow the concept of 'the strong is king'.
The God of Thunderstorms, a being who ranks among the top thirty in the Heavenly Palace in terms of combat power.
Of course, the newly born Thunderstorm God has not yet reached his peak, but today's one-sided battle gave the gods an intuitive feel for Wu Wan's strength.
In spring, the heavenly palace is full of gods.
You Shen secretly joked: "Young Master chooses a husband, how can he choose a wine bag and rice bag?"
Some gods were slightly dissatisfied: "Then the God of Fengchun was able to defeat Master Lei Bao today because of luck. Master Lei Bao was completely unable to display his strength."
Another god got jealous and said, "Thunderstorm God is good at chaotic fighting, but he is weak in fighting alone."
Although there are different opinions, when talking about Fengchun God, in addition to the topics of 'the preference of the Emperor of Heaven' and 'the successor of the human emperor in the human realm', when talking about the Fengchun God, there is also an 'exploration' of Wu Wu's strength.
Not even half a day later, there was another bustle in the Heavenly Palace.
More than a dozen minor gods who were beaten quite miserably by Wu Wang today rushed to the Great Siming Temple to complain, accusing Wu Wang of breaking the rules of the Heavenly Palace and taking the lead in taking action in the capital of the emperor.
Although Da Siming looked cold and stern, he only appeased these ten little gods, saying that he would report the matter to His Majesty and ask Your Majesty to punish the Fengchun God.
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Before these little gods could leave, he rushed to the temple at the highest point of the Heavenly Palace and sued Wu Wan.
To say a thousand, to say ten thousand, the result of today's conflict was that Wu Wang won a complete victory and made a great reputation. More than a dozen minor gods were injured to varying degrees, and the god of thunder and storms entered a state of isolation.
Emperor Kuang spoke in person and ordered Fengchun God to shut up and meditate for half a year.
Da Si Ming argued hard and argued that Wu Wang would be imprisoned for at least three to five hundred years.
Emperor Kuang just smiled and said the same old saying that "creatures are already a force that cannot be ignored in the world", and the punishments he set did not change.
As soon as this painless punishment came out, the eyes of the gods in the Heavenly Palace changed again when they looked at Wu Wan.
The rumor that "the Emperor was dissatisfied with the God of Spring" that had been circulating throughout the Heavenly Palace before was now no longer mentioned.
When the gods looked at Wu Huan again, they seemed to see circles of treasure wheels rising behind Wu Huan's head, with protective titles on them:
Shao Siming's close friend, the Heavenly Emperor's lifelong friend, the Human Emperor's chosen successor, the successor of Fuxi's Bagua Yin and Yang Tao, the fourth auxiliary god of the Heavenly Palace, and the prospective father of the God of Death.
True Heavenly Palace Ordinary Powerful God.
For a time, those gods who were originally unhappy in the Heavenly Palace began to have some thoughts.
In the temple of the God of Mirrors, this graceful god was wearing a robe, pacing back and forth in front of the bronze mirrors, thinking about whether he should take the initiative to visit the temple of the Fengchun God.
In the temples on the edge of the Heavenly Palace, the little gods have begun to prepare gifts, and later send people secretly to the Fengchun God Realm in the capital of the emperor.
This battle with the God of Thunderstorms had a profound impact.
…
at the same time.
Human Domain, the main pavilion of the Human Emperor Pavilion.
Although the sun was shining brightly in the main pavilion today, many of the weaker immortals felt a little short of breath.
In front of Shen Nong, eight pavilion masters, twelve deputy pavilion masters, and thirty-six top masters in the human realm were divided into four columns, bowing their heads and saying nothing.
There is a scroll on the ground, which must have been thrown down by Shennong.
In the middle of the scroll, there is a figure of Youdao, covered in blood, sitting on a mountain of people, raising his head and pouring strong wine into his mouth. It is the silhouette of Wu Wan.
At the top of the scroll is a powerful god hiding in the clouds and mist. In the distant view of the scroll are countless masters from hundreds of tribes and the divine guards of the Tiangong.
"His Majesty!"
Liu Bairen shouted: "Let's raid the Tiangong and snatch Wuwu back!"
"How many people will be killed or injured? How much vitality will be lost?"
Feng Yezi immediately retorted: "The gods of the Tiangong can be reshaped in the divine pool. If there are too many masters killed and injured in the human realm, why can they resist the invasion of the gods after the Tiangong has reshaped them?"
"They really go too far!"
"How can we let Wuwu fight against the gods alone?"
"It's just that, after we have lived this long, we will be worse than a baby in the end!"
"If I could go to the Heavenly Palace and have a fight, I would die without any regrets."
Shennong said: "Please calm down."
The dozens of human domain masters below all sighed in unison, bowing their heads in salute.
"I want you to see what Wuwu is going through in the Heavenly Palace. I want you to think of ways to help Wuwu. I'm not asking you to shout and kill here.
If I could go to heaven, would I sit here?"
Everyone said in unison: "We are shallow, please forgive me, Your Majesty."
"okay!"
Shennong moved his body, sat sideways, and said: "I've been thinking here today, and if I can't think of any good ideas, then don't go back!"
Feng Yezi stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty, this matter actually has causes and consequences."
Shennong asked: "What's the reason?"
"It was Wuwu's follow-up to cultivating the God of Death," Feng Yezi sighed, "I don't know if Wuwu did this intentionally, but the God of Death... recognized him as his father.
This matter has not yet spread to the human realm, and I have just received the news and confirmed that it is true."
There was a moment of silence in the hall, and then there was a buzzing sound.
"What the hell?"
"This doesn't mean you're a thief, no! Is the God of Death turning his back on the dark side?"
"How did Wuwang do it? Our Highness is not married yet, so is it okay to just be a little girl?"
Liu Bairen couldn't help but mutter: "Then, who does the God of Death recognize as his mother?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Feng Yezi, the master of Sihai Pavilion, and Feng Yezi shook his head slightly.
"I've never heard of that."
Shen Nong stroked his beard and said, "Don't say such idle words."
"Report to Your Majesty."
Feng Yezi's gentle old man's voice spread in the hall:
"How Wuwu stabilized the God of Death is something we haven't yet discovered. It is said that he used illusions and many powerful gods from the Heavenly Palace to take action.
But in the end, the God of Death recognized Wuwu as his father, and the Avenue of Death withstood the triple seal set by the Earth God, Shao Siming, and Star God. This is equivalent to giving Wuwu all the benefits.
Therefore, a news circulated in the Heavenly Palace that the Emperor was dissatisfied with Wuwu's decision to adopt the God of Death as his daughter.
This triggered the siege of Wu Wang by the gods of the Heavenly Palace.
Wuwang's ability to gain a foothold in the Heavenly Palace before was entirely due to Emperor Kuang's care, and the situation at that time was quite dangerous."
Shen Nong said: "After explaining the antecedents, let's talk about the consequences. Don't try to show off."
Feng Yezi smiled and said: "The consequence of this is... Wuwu beat the reshaped God of Thunderstorm, just after the scene recorded in this scroll happened.
The God of Thunderstorm begged for mercy on the spot after being beaten, and swore in the name of the Emperor of Heaven that he would not dare to be rude to Wuwu in the future."
Everyone smiled.
But then, Feng Yezi sighed in a low voice: "In this way, Wuwu instinct retreated, but the Golden God came out and said that he would find trouble for Wuwu in twenty years, leaving Wuwu with twenty
Years are used to improve strength..."
"Twenty years?"
Liu Bairen glared: "What can you do? You're drunk and you don't even have enough time to sleep!"
"That is, little friend Wuwu is already in an extraordinary state, and it is impossible to break through to a great state in twenty years."
"This guy Jin Shen really hates me!"
"Your Majesty, we cannot ignore this matter. If the Golden God takes action, he will either die or be injured!"
"I am willing to go to the Heavenly Palace to protect my little friend Wuwu! Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"
"I am willing to do so, and I am not afraid if my reputation is ruined!"
"It is better to put pressure on Tiangong head-on," an old pavilion master said solemnly. "When the twenty-year deadline is up, our army will open a front in the north and enter Zhongshan."
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"His Majesty!"
The experts kept talking, but Shennong frowned tightly and did not express any opinions.
A murmur came from the corner:
"No matter who among us goes to the Heavenly Palace, he will be treated as a favor by the Heavenly Palace. Those Heavenly Palace gods want to kill more extraordinary beings and get some rewards from Emperor Kuang.
However, if the people we send are not too strong on the surface, wouldn’t it be fine?”
"Then secretly mix in some experts."
"Then the Golden God is not going to cause trouble for our little friend Wuwu in twenty years? Then, we will let her drink a pot in the world of Tiangong! If she can be hurt, that's fine. If she can't be hurt, that's okay."
"There are a few old friends who only have a hundred years left to live. The end is approaching. If we are not in a hurry to attack the Tiangong again, we can give it a try."
Feng Yezi suddenly said: "I wonder if you have heard of the great demon sect that destroys the sky and the black is about to come to the wind."
Liu Bairen said, "Your Majesty, this matter must be discussed with Wuwang. We cannot make the decision immediately, lest it ruin his plan."
A slight smile appeared on Shen Nong's lips, and he said slowly:
"The Blood-Hand Demon Lord who cultivates the Blood Demon Dao is quite a good young man. Go ahead and invite him to my place, and I'll treat him to a simple meal.
Over at Wuwang, Feng Yezi is responsible for liaison."
On the Daxue Mountain within the territory of the Dalang tribe, countless stars shine down, illuminating the day and night for thousands of miles around.
Under these starlights, strong men and women, and strange but docile ferocious beasts, were bowing their heads to endure the pain that was like scraping bones, feeling the continuous expansion of their own strength.
From time to time, someone would scream in agony, with blood oozing from his body, and he would be quickly taken away for treatment by the people beside him.
On the top of the snow-capped mountains, six sun priests knelt on an altar, continuously kowtowing to the phantom seeping out of the starry sky.
If the power of telepathy could be glimpsed, one could see that the entire sky in Beiye was covered with an endless sea of telepathy, and that the star god's heavily injured divine body had mostly healed the wounds that penetrated his abdomen.